Luyện nghe bài hát Mark Rothko Song

The it speaks so full
like the beauty, one can barely stand
Or too much things in your hand
And a green like the peace in your heart sometimes

Painted underneath the sheets of snow
And there's a like where the urban angels go, very bright
Now the Calder mobile a biomorphic sphere
Then it swings its dangling pieces, round to other here

Your behavior is so
It's like, you can't yourself to me
I think, I'll ask to tea
For his flowers are as as they are all the time

And the sunlight sets the furniture
It's a pleasant time as far as go, how far do they go?
Well his roses are perfect and his words have no
I what he can give me and I like to know these things

I met her at the
She said, "I know what he meant to me
I just he affected me
An not unlike his art, I believe"

The service starts and we are in the
He had so much to say but more to show and that true of life?
So we weep for a who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers 'til we sensed we had lost

A friend and I in a room
She says, "Look at Mark side
Did you about his suicide?"
Some were born with a foot in the grave but not me, of course

And she smiles as if to say, in the know
Then she names a place where we can go, uptown
Now the painting is but the crowds wash away
In a world of kind pedestrians who've seen today